When I Style on My Enemies - Raz Simone

Folks have the nerve ta talk shit

When I put you on

You’re still doing the same exact thing that I put you on

Now just pay homage and keep it pushin

Huh, yeah

Well anyways

This is what it sounds like…

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When we was young we didn’t have a job

Thought we had to rob

Took that money and I got some guns

I got a lot

Made more money and I got some dope

I got it off

All my niggas we was posted up

It was the mob

3rd street was the fuckin block

I cooked that straight drop

Hit the trap on 28th and jack

Just ta drop shit off

I been doin this before both a my balls ever dropped

Bitch I put you on

And you have the fuckin nerve to talk

While you still do everything I taught

That ain’t mob

If everything I did was oh so wrong

Then you would stop

You remind me of Satan a lot

Because you dropped

And you tried to take others with you

Oh my god

It’s easy to play off people’s fears

They get scared a lot

Talkin bout things you don’t know about

Y’all are lost

I’m just over here advancing forward

While y’all not

On that he said she said she said shit

While I never talk

Never said yo name in any light, any shade

Never placed no blame

We just not the same

That don’t mean I have ta hate

The world needs folk like you

We can’t all be great

We can’t all think Straight

Crazy world

Nah we can’t all be sane

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

I shot up they whole fuckin block

I didn’t stop

Circled round and I screamed fuck the cops

It’s the mob

I still got all a that crazy in me

Cuz it ain’t on

I been wit the shot since we was kids

I just didn’t talk

This shit it really fucked my head

But I just mob

No trust I can’t trust you

When I try they do me wrong

Anything I said when we was cool

They go spread it all

Then they twist it up and Hit it wit that remix

That ain’t raw

How would all they lives be without me

That would change a lot

You’d still be a square

Workin 9 to 5 for no cash not goin nowhere

You’d still be over there

Less wisdom

Less drive

50 pounds heavier and just as insecure inside

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies

When I Style on my enemies, enemies